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Post by Deathstroke on Sept 19, 2019 18:03:38 GMT
Deathstroke looked at Leon Scott Kennedy , but wasn't too impressed at his fighting style and skills. First impressions matter, so he just decided to dub him as the inferior version of him for now. He was impressed though by the fact that Leon Scott Kennedy was trying to keep his own survivors alive as well: an old lady and her granddaughter. There was no time to waste chatting though, and both groups needed to focus on staying alive at the moment. The zombies hordes were starting to thin out, numbers decreasing as bodies piling up increased. However, Deathstroke was well aware of how big Chicago actually was. For all he knew, there could be hundreds of thousands more zombies around the city, though that was the least of his worries as soon as the ground started shaking below them, increasing with magnitude with each step. Deathstroke took a quick guess as to what could be causing the ground to shake and assumed that the beast from the building a while back. was the cause of the mini-earthquakes. He was right though, because about twenty seconds later, the large and hideous beast appeared in the plaza and was rampaging through the hordes of zombies. It didn't seem to care at all for the zombies really. In fact, it just went through them as if he was a bowling ball and they were bowling pins. Unfortunately, one of the soldiers was caught in the beast's rampage path and his body was sent flying towards the subway station's entrance. Deathstroke looked away from the soldier's impact spot as he had already seen enough death today, deaths that he couldn't prevent. The last standing soldier had suggested leaving and taking cover someplace else, an idea that Deathstroke had nodded in agreement with. However, he heard the sound of a familiar weapon whirring up, something he himself hated to come up against: a minigun, or at least he thought it sounded like one. This time, the weapon was being used by a different type of beast: something even bigger and uglier than the first one. Yes, his armor was bullet proof, but it could only take so many bullets. Any bulletproof armor or material is bound to take damage with repeated shots. He didn't have to think twice as he dove to cover to escape the bullet trajectory path. Unfortunately, the soldier wasn't quick enough as Deathstroke watched in horror as the bullets literally tore the soldier's body apart. It also ripped through the zombie hordes and even killed the ugly, rampaging beast as well. It was really a bloody and disturbing sight to see, even for someone like an assassin and a mercenary. Deathstroke knew that he had to coordinate with the rest of the survivors if they were going to survive this onslaught and get the hell out of this godforsaken city. The hideous beast roared as he turned to Leon Scott Kennedy . "We need a plan to survive this shithole. Have you ever come up against an ugly thing like that?"
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Post by Leon Scott Kennedy on Sept 21, 2019 7:54:25 GMT
Leon didn't really care if his skills were up to snuff or not, but watching the brain matter from a zombie fly and hit the wall or object next to him seemed to be the only way of surviving an onslaught of zombies, especially if someone was actually leading them, he looked and noticed the monster, it was indeed another creature that he and Claire has seen before, But knowing Leon it wouldn't stand a chance either way, as long as he can keep himself alive, the only thing that kept himself focused on the battle made it alot easier, since he didn't have to worry about Estelle and her granddaughter, of course this wasn't the first escort mission he did, as he thought back to when he had to rescue Ashley Graham.
Leon watched as the creature knocked his comrades down like they were nothing, he also watched as the creature threw the soldier toward a wall, it wasn't his first rodeo as he didn't flinch on the outside, but inside he couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy that was thrown, the bones crushing or breaking did make Leon feel sick on the inside, there was nothing he could do for the guy, the damage that the guy took was very painful and he would be surprised if the soldier made it through this onslaught without dying.
After hearing that they should leave, Leon was about to call on Estelle and her granddaughter when he heard the sounds of a minigun, he hated those things with a passion, as some never ran out of bullets, he looked and noticed the creature, it was another Nemesis. He knew that Jill would probably believe him if she heard the story from him but since he has a witness, he's pretty sure that Slade wouldn't mind backing him up on it, after hearing about the first Nemesis from Jill, Leon knew that this battle wouldn't be easy, it was never easy to begin with, but with another Nemesis on the block, it does make zombie killing more difficult. but he kept his mind on the mission at hand, this monster could destroy the entire city if he wanted to, it was also the reason that Raccoon City was struck down with Nuclear Missiles to wipe out the Zombie Outbreak, he didn't want it to happen to this city at all.
Leon dodged the Bullet Trajectory as well, finding cover from the firearm that the Nemesis was carrying. He then looked over to Deathstroke. "I've seen worst." Leon replied to Deathstroke, he had to come up with a plan and fast, but the only thing he could think of was a sacrifice, he knew that he had to keep that thing busy long enough for Deathstroke to get out of there alive with the grandmother and her grandchild. "The only thing I can think of is this." He pulls out some freeze ammo, he then gets out a Grenade Launcher and puts the ammo's in, he then cocked the weapon and fired a couple of rounds at the Nemesis after he knew that the coast was clear to come out of hiding.
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Post by Nemesis II on Sept 22, 2019 23:51:14 GMT
Darkness. Nothing but darkness.
An eternal void.
::Ground one, do you copy? Thi-:: the sound came at first. A mess of static and garbled words.
Where was he? He couldn't move, he could barely breathe.
::Ground one, do you copy!? This is air two. Air one is down, we are on route to your location! What is your location?:: The voice came again over his radio as he stared into the darkness. Or at least would have stared were his eyes open. Reaching as well as he could up to the radio on his chest, an horrific amount of pain shooting through his body as he did so, he pushed what he knew to be the button to respond.
"This is Kitridge... of ground two... I copy..." He uttered in almost a whisper, his lungs burning as he felt his own weight pressed down upon them. His breathing difficult, his entire body screaming against the very idea of life, he took the initiative to wonder why he was not dead. He recalled the monster hitting him, his entire body leaving the ground for what felt like forever, and then darkness. Nothing but a black void absent of all feeling.
Had he almost died?
::Oh thank god! Ground two, what is your location? Where is ground one?:: The voice over the radio came once again, this time much more relaxed.
"They're dead," he began, his automatic response to his words and his eyes fluttering open to attempt to lift himself up. An effort that was of no use as his other arm was in no shape to even be operable. "They're all dead. It killed them all."
::It? What are you talking about? What the hell is going on down there?:: The voice said again as he continued to try and lift himself, his vision finally becoming less of a darkened haze. The voice became the least of his concerns, however, when he finally took in his surroundings and saw that he lay with a broken arm, back searing and twisted leg staring up towards the top of the subway stairs.
"The dead, monsters, it's hell down here. I can't move... I..." he trailed off as his consciousness faltered. He could hear the sounds of voices above, movement and the sound of another presence with them. Pushing himself up as much as he could he made a last ditch effort to be seen, and hopefully save those who were up there. "CAN ANYONE HERE ME!? I'M DOWN HERE AND CAN'T GET UP!"
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As the haze dissipated, the smoke clearing from the overloaded mini-gun, a new horror stood before those who had survived.
"Hhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaa..." The monster exhaled as it began to take a few steps forward. With each step it almost seemed to make the debris around it shake, it's huge nine foot frame towering over every undead that stood in it's path. While upon first glance the monster was truly hideous, it was the weapon in it's left hand that was the true horror to behold.
Rested against the monster's shoulder, gripped tightly in its hand, was a stinger missile launcher. A weapon, to the trained eye, hardly a threat to the average ground personnel but a threat none the less. And one that would become all too evident as the sound of a helicopter began to fill the air. Followed abruptly by the sound of a grenade launcher unleashing rounds upon the hideous threat; and the subsequent sounds of ice like substance caking over some of the monter's body.
"Deeeeeesssssssstrooooooooyyyyyy..." The monster hissed out as it lifted it's arm to raise the massive launcher in it's hand. It's movements were slow, it's steps almost unnoticeable in it's slowed pace, but it became evident as it slowed it's steps and raised it's arm higher into the air that those on the ground were not it's targets. As the ice receded, giving the survivors enough time to make a slow escape as it did so, they could see if they watched that the monster was leveling it's weapon into the sky. And directly towards a coming helicopter.
The sound of the launcher ripped through the eerie but hiss filled silence, the trail of the rocket drew itself across the sky and in a matter of moments the unthinkable could be seen. An explosion ripping through the sky as what was once a possible escape became nothing more than a sinking feeling of dread. In the moments that followed three things became apparent.
Help was not likely going to come.
They were surrounded on all sides.
And that they were well and truly alone. Alone in a city full of horrors and nightmares.
And as the monster turned once more, slowed somewhat by the ice still caking it's body, they were once again reminded that there was no stopping this hulking menace. Their situation had become something quite simple.
Escape or die.
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Post by John Stewart on Sept 24, 2019 3:22:45 GMT
John had been flying over Chicago for some time now, he could hear sporadic gunfire here and there, and had been "Air" lifting survivors as best he could, taking them to the edges of the city where the Army had set up. He was a tall muscular black man in his mid thirties and his hair was worn in typical high and tight marine fashion. But most interestingly was the glow of green around his body, and his skintight black and green suit, with the emblem of the Green Lantern Corps on his chest, if one saw him close enough they would see his eyes glowed with the same green energy that surrounded his body and left a trail as he flew.
John heard the roars in the distance, and the moans of the living dead, then a new sound emerged from the mayhem, the distinct sound of a Mini-Gun, John decided that was abnormal and flew to investigate this new disturbance. In the distance he saw a Helicopter flying in the same direction, increasing his speed but alas too late he saw the tell tale signs of a surface to air missile strike the nose of the chopper, flying faster still he blew through the debris and saw a hellish monster that would have made Doomsday look like the winner of a beauty pageant.
John also saw a small group of survivors, and more unbelievable..."Slade..." He muttered in his deep baritone. The surviving men where only a few hundred yards away from the monstrosity that wielded what John could see was a Stinger missile, and surrounded by the dead. John landed in front of them and held his hand aloft as a dome formed from his ring, and began to push the dead back giving them a safe circle to move around in, any dead in it where pushed back with John's Will. While the living stayed within the dome, John turned and looked at Slade, his eyes daggers, Slade would know what John was thinking, should he push him into the Horde? Let him die? Slade would know John thought these things, but today in this hell Slade would find a reprieve. "Slade, are there anymore survivors and what the hell is that?" He said pointing at the Nemesis with his free hand while the dead clawed at the emerald dome he had formed around them. |
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Post by Deathstroke on Sept 24, 2019 4:05:00 GMT
Deathstroke looked at what Leon Scott Kennedy had held up in his hand he said they could use. The ammo type that Leon Scott Kennedy had held up was definitely a unique type of ammo he could tell, but he couldn't exactly tell what the ammo type was. This was probably because it all happened so quick so Deathstroke couldn't exactly get a clear glimpse at what the ammo was made of, or what it fired exactly. He peeked around the corner as Leon Scott Kennedy loaded his grenade launcher with the special ammo rounds and gave him a thumbs up gesture once he found a window of opportunity for Leon Scott Kennedy to use this exotic weapon. Deathstroke continued peeking around the corner as Leon Scott Kennedy left the cover and fired the weapon. Deathstroke slightly left the cover as the special rounds immediately impacted Nemesis II . He realized that there might be actually a chance to somewhat defeat this hideous ass piece of shit. The special rounds had some sort of freeze effect on Nemesis II , which in turn slowed down the beast, albeit only temporarily. He was about to turn to Leon Scott Kennedy to make a remark or something when a black guy in a green suit landed right in front of the surviving group and used his ring to create some sort of green protective barrier around the survivors. Fortunately, this green dome could keep zombie hordes at a safe distance from the group, for now at least. Deathstroke wasn't exactly on good terms with the Green Lantern, John Stewart . He didn't expect John Stewart to be a willing ally anyways, but they needed to work together to get out of this city, or at least out of this current situation with Nemesis II . So when the Green Lantern had questioned him about the survivors, he felt the need to keep things at a mild tone now. "As far as I know, we're the only ones left right here and now. I was with a group of soldiers but every single last one of them was taken alive by the hordes."
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Post by Leon Scott Kennedy on Sept 25, 2019 19:15:50 GMT
As Leon fired, he noticed that the monster standing a some feet away, that the monster had aimed at a new target, he looked where the monster was aiming it's gun and was shocked, it was the helicopter, a rescue copter, Leon took the chance and aimed for the monster's arm, to keep it from firing, unfortunely it wouldn't have mattered if it stuck or not, as the Helicopter was shot and destroyed by the explosion of metal, he knew that the people in the chopper was gone. Leon just lowered his weapon, all he did was slow the monster down and that was all that mattered to him to get them out of there before the monster could either harm or kill them.
Before Leon could say anything, he notices a black guy with a green and black suit was standing next to Slade. "Who is this guy?" He asked Slade. "A friend of yours?" It was clear that Leon had no idea who the guy was, but judging from the symbol on his suit, he had to belong to some sort of group, the only thing was he didn't know what group, to Leon it could be some sort of club that he wasn't aware of, he looked around and noticed that he along with the others were in a giant green bubble that was surrounding him, then noticed a tendril was coming from the guy. Even though this is the first time I've seen this guy, I do wonder where he came from and how he got here.
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Post by Nemesis II on Sept 27, 2019 0:42:00 GMT
From where he lay, rubble around him and body broken, Kitridge watched.
A monstrous roar rang out, an explosion from the helicopter he knew was their only escape and then finally a strange green light. He could see it all from where he lay, unable to act beyond the movements of his good arm, leg and the sound of his voice.
"IS ANYONE THERE!? HELLO!? HELP!" He shouted, his voice becoming hoarse and ragged with pain and an accumulation of dust around. Trapped and on the verge of death he had no choice but to try. And even as his consciousness began to fail him once more he persisted.
One final cry for salvation.
It was all he had left.
"HELP ME PLEase..."
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The monster stood in silence. Rasped breathing as silent chorus to the resonant groans and moans from the undead that surrounded it. Almost as if it were trying to size up the events happening before it. It's one eye flicking between each individual as the green bubble around them prevented the dead from reaching them. It did not move, it did not even attempt to make it's way towards the dome to lay a finger upon it.
Almost as if it knew that it was futile.
Even still, as the spectacle continued to remain before it, the monster lifted it's stinger launcher and aimed it towards the dome. It was a surface to air missile, intended to destroy objects in a concentrated area or manner. Thus, with a squeeze of it's finger and the flinch of it's arm, the launcher fired it's last round towards the shelter over the last survivors. A last ditch effort to put an end to those it had been dispatched to destroy.
An attempt that would ultimately fail as the explosive erupted against the dome in an eruption of fire that did not even begin to shake the dome. Even still the monster watched as it's attempt crumbled into the wind while stood there. It's eye reflecting a hint of rage and disappointment as it began to take a step backwards. It's entire form showing little compliance with it's retreat until it began to spin and face away from the survivors.
"Hhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..." the monster let out in one final expression of defiance as it began to make it's steps away from the group. And then, as quickly as it had become a thorn in the side of all who were present, it was gone. The smoke and dust of destruction that littered the city streets of Chicago masked all but it's sound until even that could no longer be heard.
Whatever it was, it was gone.
But perhaps a question remained. Why?
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Post by Deathstroke on Sept 30, 2019 0:53:13 GMT
Deathstroke looked at Leon Scott Kennedy . "I wouldn't exactly say 'friend.' Allow me to introduce you to John Stewart, someone who doesn't really like me." Deathstroke said as he slightly waved his hands towards the black Green Lantern. He didn't really care if John liked him or not and it would not affect his motives in any way now. Unless John Stewart made a hostile move on him first, he had no intentions of combatting him. In fact, he just wanted things to be 'mild' at most between them so that he could get the hell out of this overrun city intact. Nemesis II fired their last rocket at the dome, but the rocket failed to do anything to both them and the green dome. In fact, Deathstroke didn't even notice that a rocket had been fired at them until he saw an explosion right outside the dome that quickly disappeared. A bit of fire and smoke lingered around for a few seconds after, but after that it was as if nothing happened. He didn't even feel the explosion from inside the dome. "I must admit though, this dome is a nice addition to our chances of survival." Deathstroke told John Stewart . The monster seemed to have felt defeated when it couldn't penetrate the Green Lantern's dome with it's rocket. Fortunately for the group, it seemed to have departed the scene. Though would it be back? That's the question that still lingered in Deathstroke 's head right now. Under no circumstances was he going to lower his guard now, even if the ugly bastard was gone now.
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Post by Leon Scott Kennedy on Oct 7, 2019 23:22:56 GMT
While in the green dome, it didn't stop Leon Kennedy from hearing things, as he heard a voice coming from any direction, however, he knew the voice was from the soldier that had been thrown by the monster, he thought that the man would last just a bit longer for them to get to him in time, but if they don't, the man's life would be put in vain as Leon knows that a blow that strong could either weaken a man if not kill them.
He then heard Slade say that the black guy was named John Stewart and wasn't really a friend to him, but he somehow knew that they knew each other, so if John didn't really like him, that would mean that they were actually enemies. This was actually Leon's first time meeting a guy with a green and black supersuit.
Unlike Slade, Leon heard the rocket go off and cause an explosion, the rocket made impact on the dome, however the dome didn't make a dent, it was like the dome was made with super strong mystical force field, while Leon sighed in relief, he was happy that they were alright, he then heard the monster roar, he had no idea what was going to happen to the creature, but if he heard Jill right, then they will be meeting the creature again soon. He then heard Slade mention how the dome was a nice addition. "Don't get used to it, there's three people we have to take care of first." He was referring to both Kitridge, Estelle and her grandchild.
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Post by Deathstroke on Nov 2, 2020 4:10:11 GMT
Deathstroke looked at the young child. He normally didn't feel empathy, but he had children of his own before. "Right, let's get them out of the city. Too bad all those marines died. They could've been of some use, even if their fighting skills were subpar compared to mine." He shrugged as he reloaded the submachine gun he had emptied outside of the dome. After that, he picked up a piece of clothing that was on the ground and used it to clean his blade off of the contaminated zombie blood. "How easily can these maggotsacks infect an average human being?" He asked Leon Scott Kennedy, referring to the zombies and Nemesis II they fought earlier.
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Atlas Corporation
Noob I
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Faction: Atlas Corporation
Original Universe: Advanced Warfare
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Post by Atlas Corporation on Nov 17, 2020 20:00:26 GMT
Atlas Corporation were one of the first responders on scene, besides the usual 911 responders. The helicopters dropped in deployable barricades and machinery to be quickly set up in under 10 minutes around Chicago. They were at least 20 feet high and would surround downtown Chicago and other areas that have been hit hard by the zombies outbreak. Just outside of these high walls, medical and disaster relief tents were being set up as quickly as possible for any survivors who could get out or have already gotten out to be given a bit of relief aid. Squads of Atlas soldiers were stationed around these barricades, both to help and to protect, in case any zombies got out of the quarantine zone. Helicopters would fly over the city to try to get any survivors out, at least ones who were on roofs. It would be harder to get people out of buildings and the streets if the outbreak was as bad, if not worse, than originally thought.
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